As self-centered as I am you might think that for Father's Day I'll be asking the City of New York to close my street and throw a parade but in fact I don't do much for that day. I think more about my dad, who died twenty years ago, than about me. The New York Times is running an excerpt from Bedtime Stories on Father's Day from the book, the part about my own father. It's still a controversial subject in my tiny family but it was important to include it in the book. If you get a chance to check it out (it will run in the City Section of the New York Times so only available in print in the city but online everywhere) I'd love to hear what you think.

I just came from another stint on NPR's News & Notes. I love talking about politics but I feel I get tongue-tied so easily, I feel embarrassed if I go to long. I've got to work on that. A casting agent called out of the blue asking if I ever thought about auditioning for The Daily Show. I'd kill for that job but I'd have to really practice. Those guys are the geniuses of the deadpan. Still, a kid can dream, can't he?